You know, when someone hurts my feelings, somehow it does not comfort me to know that it was deliberate... On the other hand, knowing that someone else thinks they are assholes helps a great deal."
"I think that's some kind of rule for the universe.

The sin we commit against each other as women is lack of support. We hurt. We hurt each other. We hide. We project. We become mute or duplicitous, and we fester like boiling water until one day we erupt like a geyser. Do we forget we unravel in grief?

All of them had a restlessness in common.

'The fact is,' I said, 'that you're unable, or unwilling, to believe in the fact that I believe in you.'

It is your right to be nasty and my right to be ignorant.

....stood there and watched and didn't do a thing to help me.